paroles de chanson Hatch (feat. G.I. Gizzle) - Og Grip

That's amazing
Yeah yeah
I see them niggas
Yeah yeah

I heard them niggas got a bag
Them niggas sellin' dope
Where the fuck do they be at
Shit I heard they in the lows
Catch them niggas with the load
Run up on them with the poles
Shit don't they be downtown
Catch them slipping'
With them hoes
Well its friday night is on
Catch them gone off that Patron
Wait till they get in they zone
Leave then
We gon' trail them home
Up that chrome
Take they phones
Tape they mouths
And rush them rooms
Just give it up
And it'll go smooth
You make a move
And this bitch go boom
This bitch go boom

If Fetty Cheney
What it's all about
I'm all in
There's nothing to talk about
We can box him in
And chalk him out
Give it up smooth
And we'll stall him out
Put one up top
Then pull the mask down
Kick the door
To the stash house
Catch a nigga
With his pants down
Pistol whippin'
Put your hands down
Room to room
Nigga tossin' shit
Lookin' everywhere
Like I lost some shit
You got three seconds
Start talkin' bitch
Or you takin' shots
Like you caught some shit
We need all the dope
And them bands now
Or the whole house
Gettin' fanned down
Real niggas ain't playin' round
No handouts this man down
Got grip with it
Forty on me
With the stick in it
Pull it out hit a lick with it
If you like the tricks
Send a bitch with it
Plan a plot
Then get niggas
Money jewels and the work
Till we hit six figures
What we get we gon' split nigga
Throw a hella parties
On these bitch niggas
I found some change
Up in a shoe box
I got some zips off the couch
This some petty bullshit
Take that tape up off his mouth
Shoot that bitch
Show him what we bout
Next one goin' in your scalp
Oh now you gotta safe
Cause he know
We ain't fuckin' round
What's that combo
Do it now
Ten bricks forty pounds
A few hundred thousand
Couple rollies bust down
And it's Draco with some rounds
And I love these forty cals
Last week we was down
Shit we gettin' money now
We gettin' money now
Now let this pistol whip
Commence
Gizzle load that whip
I'm about to go in
Show these flossin' niggas
Ain't about that action
Not to play around
With grown men
First I scold them like
How the fuck
You get followed dumb nigga
All this money no hittas nigga
My nigga you a sweet lick
You got some mo shit
If you do then
Tell me where you hidin'
My nigga
He looked at me crazy
I spazzed
Grabbed the little bitch
That he had with the ass
Told her to watch
As beat him unmercifully
She tried to run from me
That was the last
Gizzle kept rushing me
Tellin' me fam let's go
But I feel like killin' some more
So I just pop pop pop
Clean the spot
Make sure we got what we got
Then we got ghosts
Don't need no smoke
Hopped in the van
Like we planned
Nigga look out all this dough Went the direction
We said we would go
Got to the crib
And then split up the load
Rolled up the dope
Call up some bitches that go
Only bitches that we know
Keep that shit low
But most of these
Cats that would flex
You know how that story go

That shit was a success Grip
(I know)
But we ain't done yet
(In know)
It's on to the next
I'm about to check
Folks you right
Lets see who next
Fuck it let's get the connect
That's some shit he wont expect
I know exactly where it's at
We should've been
Done got his ass
Shit ain't sweet could end up bad
Shit anything can end up bad
You know we got that bag
(So)
Killers quick to flash
(So)
Streets gon' talk so fast
(So)
Whole house gotta die
(So)
Fuck it we on his ass
(Lets go)
That's amazing